She felt light as a feather,
And it was her favorite high.
The emptier her stomach,
The farther she'd fly.
Sometimes she flew too far,
She'd get worn out and faint.
But as long as she was weightless,
She had not one complaint.
Her wings brought an early death,
But she was finally at peace.
Forever flying in heaven,
Where perfection would never cease.
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